The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 298 Dragon Subduing
Jiaolong Shen Longlong's smile resounded in the sky.

As long as his sharp claws use a little force, the man under the claws will die. It depends on how long he can be rampant.

Xie Wanrong was lying when she said that she wasn't worried, although she knew that Jiaolong couldn't hurt him, she still couldn't help being worried.

Qi Jinghuan's slender arm suddenly climbed onto the base of the dragon's claw, and with the other hand, he raised the dagger and injected a burst of spiritual power, stabbing fiercely into the dragon's body.

Hot blood immediately flowed down the dagger, and the dragon's body moved violently, and its claws loosened a little.

Qi Jinghuan smiled coldly, and rushed up with his tall and tall figure. He stepped on the dagger inserted into the dragon's body with his purple cloud and black jade boots, stepped on it hard, and the whole person jumped up and sat directly on the dragon's back.

"Wow! The Ninth Prince is so handsome! The Ninth Prince is mighty! Look, Rong Rong, the Ninth Prince is riding on the back of the Jiaolong!" Hong Ling excitedly flew around Xie Wanrong's side, reporting the battle situation to Xie Wanrong in real time.

"Rongrong, the Ninth Prince grabbed his horn! Hmph! Let him be arrogant!"

"..." Xie Wanrong twitched the corner of her mouth, "Hong Ling, I can see it."

Hongling immediately flew to Xie Wanrong's eyes and stopped: "But I just want to tell you one more time."

"..."

Xie Wanrong nodded, but his eyes were fixed on the battle between Qi Jinghuan and Jiaolong: "Okay, okay, tell me."

Jiaolong was restrained by Qi Jinghuan, he frantically swung the huge dragon body, trying to throw the man on him off.

But it happened that he was clawing the dragon's horn, and his whole dragon's head was hurting and painful. He couldn't afford to hide this man, and the dragon's heavy voice came from the dragon's belly: "It's my bad luck, I... I don't want to get together!" The spirit stone is gone! Let me go!"

Qi Jinghuan chuckled. He tapped it with one finger, which was different from the real dragon. The horns were short and straight, and his deep voice was chilling: "This pair of horns is good, and it should make up for it."

Jiaolong was taken aback.

This dragon horn has been practiced for thousands of years, he frightened and swung the dragon tail: "No, this dragon horn is my life!"

"Spiritual pill." Qi Jinghuan said two words unhurriedly.

"What? Spirit pill? Didn't you kill me! Don't be mad, even if I can't fight you, I can escape from your hands!" Jiaolong said angrily.

Qi Jinghuan slowly tore off the scales from his body, "You can try."

"Ah..." Jiaolong screamed in pain, fearing that Qi Jinghuan would pull his scales again, his body turned into a man in black clothes.

He, who was a phantom man, had no strength to resist, and was carried by Qi Jinghuan with one hand, and landed on the wet ground.

Qi Jinghuan has bushy eyebrows, dark phoenix eyes with a faint cold light, his lower lip is slightly pursed, not angry but majestic.

Jiaolong was really scared this time.

He clearly felt the kingly aura emanating from this man, the kind of disdainful eyes that look down on the common people and stand at the top.

He lowered his voice: "Don't kill me, I just want to advance the spirit-gathering stone. I have practiced for ten thousand years to transform into a real dragon..."

"What does it have to do with me." Qi Jinghuan interrupted his voice coldly, and gave him a sideways glance: "I only know that your panacea, the dragon horn, is still useful, other than these, what value do you have."

Hearing this, Xie Wanrong couldn't help pursing her lips and laughing, she was as black-bellied as he was, he wanted Zhulong to take the initiative to propose the word contract.

Jiaolong has practiced for ten thousand years and walked alone. He is the only one who threatens others, so how could he have suffered such anger.

Let him make a contract with the ninth-level dragon, his blue eyes darkened a little, and he looked again at the tall man in front of him, who looked like a god, with such a powerful master, it seemed that he would not be at a disadvantage?

(End of this chapter)